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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.