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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.