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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.