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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.