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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.