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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.