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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.