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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Inner City,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.