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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.