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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.