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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
Crime,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.