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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Niagra 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock 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 Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.