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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Names,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.