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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s 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 Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.