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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.