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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.