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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
The Victims,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.