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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Nico,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.