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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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?
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.