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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.