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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.