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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.