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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wings 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Television,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.