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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.