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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.