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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.