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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.