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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Visage,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.