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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.