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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.