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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Nico,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
DNA,
Wire,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.