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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.