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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.