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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.