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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Nico,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.