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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.