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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.