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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.