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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.