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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.