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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
cv313,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
The Human League,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.