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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.