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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.