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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.