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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.