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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.