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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.