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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Technova,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.