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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.