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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
The Martian,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.