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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.