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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.