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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.