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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.