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 North and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.