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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.