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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Urselle,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.