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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.