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 Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.