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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Television,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.