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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.