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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.