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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.