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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.