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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.