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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.