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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
ABC,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.