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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.