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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
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.