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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
UT,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Technova,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.