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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.