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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.