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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.