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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.