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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Wire,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Accadde A,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.