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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.