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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.