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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.