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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.