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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.