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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.