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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.