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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
a-ha,
ABC,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.