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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.