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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Franke,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.