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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.