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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.