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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.