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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.