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 Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
UT,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.