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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.