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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Fear,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.