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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.