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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.