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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.