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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.