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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Index,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.