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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Franke,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.