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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.