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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tremeloes to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
AZ,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Oneida,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.