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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.