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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.