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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.