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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.