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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.