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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.