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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.