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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.