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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.