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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.