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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Japan,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.