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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.