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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Franke,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.