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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.