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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.