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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.