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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Jandek,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.