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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.