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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.