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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.