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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.