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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.