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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.