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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.