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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.