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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.