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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.