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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
June of 44,
The Slits,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.