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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Japan,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.