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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.