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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Can,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Model 500,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.