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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.