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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Index,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.