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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.