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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.