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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.