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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.