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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
John Cale,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.