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 Namibia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.