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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.