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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Swans,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.