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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.