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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.