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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.