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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.