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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.