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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.