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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.