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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.