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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.