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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.