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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.