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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Japan,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.