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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.