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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.