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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
MDC,
The Trojans,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.