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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.