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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.