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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.