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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Nas,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.