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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.