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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.