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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
The Names,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.