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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.