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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.