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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.