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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
June Days,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.