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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.