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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.