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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
X-101,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.