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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.