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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.