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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.