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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the jazz 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.