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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.