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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.