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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.