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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.