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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.