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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Fear,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.