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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.