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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.