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 Vietnam 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.