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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.