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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Magma,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.