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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Television,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Can,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.