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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Nico,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.