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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Inner City,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.