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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.