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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.