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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.