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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Technova,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.