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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.