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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.