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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.