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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Index,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.