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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Television,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Can,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.