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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.