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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 snare 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 Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.