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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.