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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.