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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.