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 Micronesia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.