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 Ecuador 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.