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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.