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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
MC5,
The Names,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Pagans,
the Association,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.