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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.