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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.