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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.