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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.