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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.