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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Faust,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.