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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Ten City,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.