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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.