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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.