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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.