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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.