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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.