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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.