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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.