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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.