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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.