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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.