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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.