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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.