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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.