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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.