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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.