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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.