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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.