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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s 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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Television,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.