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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.