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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.