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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.