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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Move,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.