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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Index 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Index,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.