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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.