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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.