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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
UT,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
cv313,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.