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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.