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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.