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 Estonia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.