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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.