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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.