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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.