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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.