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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.