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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
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.