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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.