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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.