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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.