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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Television,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.