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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.