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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.