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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
cv313,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.