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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.