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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.