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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
X-102,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.