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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
ABBA,
Pole,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.