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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
JFA,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.