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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
PIL,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.