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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.