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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.