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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.