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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Leaves to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.