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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.