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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.