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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.