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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.