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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.