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 France and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.