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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Index,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.