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 Spain 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Magma,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.