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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Index,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.