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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.