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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.