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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.