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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.