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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 guitar 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.