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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.