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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.