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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.