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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.