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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.