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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-101 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.