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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.