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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.