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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.