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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Germs,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.