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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.