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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.