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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Scion,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.