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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Zapp,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.