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 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Television,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.