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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.