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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.