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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s.
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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.