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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.