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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.