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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABC to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.