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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.