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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.