Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.