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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Motorama,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Wings,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.