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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Wire,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.