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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.