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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.