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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.