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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.