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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.