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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Hoover,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.