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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.