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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.