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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.