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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Slits,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.