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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.