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 Libya and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.