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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.