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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.