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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.