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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Groovy Waters 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Moebius,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
This Heat,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.