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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Y Pants 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.