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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.