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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.