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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.