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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.