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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.