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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.