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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.