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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.