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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.