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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.