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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.