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 Korea North 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.