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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.