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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.