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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.