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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.