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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
X-101,
Whodini,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.