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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.