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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.