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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.