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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.