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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Technova,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.