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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.