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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.