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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.