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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.