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 Syria 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.