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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.