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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.