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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.