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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.