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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.