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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Star Department,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.