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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.