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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.