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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.