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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Erasure,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.