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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.