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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.