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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.