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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Monks,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.