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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.