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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.