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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.