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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.