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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.