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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.