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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Litter to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.