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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.