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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
The Associates,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.