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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.