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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
X-101,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.