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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Standells,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.