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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.