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 Brunei 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Cell 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.