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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.