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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.