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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Section 25,
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.