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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
cv313,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.