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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.