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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.