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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.