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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Can,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Japan,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.