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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.