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 Italy and from Houston.
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 Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Index,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.