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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Sparks,
X-102,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.