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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.