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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Scion,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.