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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.