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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
UT,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.