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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.