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 Cameroon 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.