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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Technova to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.