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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.