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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.