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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Organ,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.