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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.