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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.