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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.