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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
JFA,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.