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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.