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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.