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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
The Motions,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.