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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.