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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.