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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
The Index,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.