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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.