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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.