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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.