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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.