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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Nico,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.