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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.