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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.