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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.