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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Television,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.