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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.