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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.