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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.