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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.