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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.