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 France and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.