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 Jamaica 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Television,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.