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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.