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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.