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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.