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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Oneida,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.