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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.