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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.