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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.