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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.