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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.