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 Mali and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.