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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.