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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
PIL,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.