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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.