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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ten City to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.