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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.