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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.