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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.