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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.