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 Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.