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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Visage,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.