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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
DNA,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.