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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.