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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
the Human League,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.