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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Television,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.