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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.