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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.