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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
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.