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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
The Sound,
Faust,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.