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 France and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.