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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.