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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.