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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.