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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.