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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.