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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.