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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.