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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
MDC,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.