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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.