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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.