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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Nas to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.