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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon 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?
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.