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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.