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 Laos 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.