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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 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 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.