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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.