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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.