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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.