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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
New Order,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.