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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
10cc,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.