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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Smoke to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.