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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.