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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.