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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
the Swans,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.