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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Television,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.