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 Laos and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.