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 Bahamas 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.