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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.