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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.