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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.