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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.