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 Colombia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.