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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.