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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.