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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.