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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Y Pants 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.