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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.