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 China and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Darondo,
X-101,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.