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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Metal Thangz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.