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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.