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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.