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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Erasure,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.