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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.