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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.