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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.