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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.