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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.