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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.