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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Cramps 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Swans,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.