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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.