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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.