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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.