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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.