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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.