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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.