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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Television,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.