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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
X-101,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.