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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.