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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.